I met my girls a little earlier than I expected. I had my first daughter two years after I graduated high school. I was young, irresponsible, and had absolutely no clue what I wanted in life. I knew for a fact that I didn’t really want to be a mom. I had my whole life planned out, and babies were NOT a part of that plan. It’s funny how life works out. Fast forward seven years, here I am with two smaller versions of myself.
Being a mom is the best thing to ever happen to me. I know it sounds cliche, but it’s true! My girls are so amazing. Before having them, I was riding freely on the hot mess express without a care in the world. They’ve both taught me so much in the last seven years. Stuff like . . .
Jesus can hear when we use bad words.
There’s no such thing as sleeping in.
Cereal is not a real breakfast, but a lunchable is a full course meal.
Silence isn’t golden. Silence means someone is doing something they shouldn’t be.
Disowning your sister when angry, is the best way to get what you want.
Disney Channel movies are STILL everything.
26 years old means almost 100, and that’s old.
It’s important to always mind your manners.
Shopkins band-aids can fix boo-boos that regular band-aids can’t.
If you don’t have anything nice to say, sound it anyway. . . As loud as possible.
Most importantly, my girls have taught me about unconditional love. The love I have for those two cannot be matched. When I was at my lowest, they kept me going. They didn’t see my flaws, all they saw was their mother. To them, I am a superhero. To me, they are everything!
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